The man from the yellow ochre house just came out with a bag of freshly picked peaches. 36 degrees and 52 miles to go. A little deviazione as the road was closed for 11 miles but no back on track. Roger and Sue have managed to find bread ham cheese tomatoes and cucumber for lunch. Tanya is easing some painful limbs. This morning we went through vineyards, and passed farms offering their parmigiano reggiano. Old stone gateposts stood at the edge of fields, leading nowhere: monuments from another age. A white egret fished in a shallow rivwee below the bridge.